Severus had already gotten Black back, so it didn't matter. The Gryffindor was already upstairs rolling around on James's bed complaining about an itchy crotch, making Potter stare at him in horror as he tried to figure out just what spells he could use to clean his bed off.

The thought made Severus smile, even if he was doing it while looking at Remus. Their strange report was easier and easier for him to relax during. Even if he was not exactly a handsome boy -- the bruises and his deathly pale skin did him no favors there -- there was just something about his smile that caused his kittenish, cupid's bow mouth to light up his eyes and that, in turn, lit up his face.

"I think this spell is more practical than research oriented. I just can't practice it in the dungeon. Even with curtains drawn."